Pain

A/N: Seee! We CAN write long chapters! ... occasionally...

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Chase rushed down the halls towards the room that now housed Pogue, an ideas finally flooding to him. The plan was simple, yet brilliant; another way to cause yet another rift between the Sons of Ipswitch. It would be fatal to their covenant, they would slowly fall apart. He knew that it was the easiest, and best thing to do; and would make his final plan work out so much better.

He found the room and burst through the doors. “You know, it’s ridiculous just how long it takes me to create these plans… and you all just love to get in my way…” he said, strutting boldly towards the tall man chained before him. Pogue was shirtless, the same old black pants clinging to him from sweat, and his arms held back behind him once more. His neck was, as usual, chained to the wall by a semi-rusted metal collar, which was, as usual, annoying him endlessly.

“What the hell are you talking about… and seriously man, this thing with the collar has got to stop, I can’t breathe like this!” Pogue tried to move forward a bit, but the chains held him back, frustrating him even further from the restricted movement.

Chase smirked. “I like you that way; all frustrated, knowing that for once you don’t have your silent control over everything… no powers to help you out… Besides, if you can’t breathe because the chain is too high, you’re not standing straight enough.”

Pogue glared at him, opening his mouth to speak, but Chase continued. “Either way, that doesn’t matter right now.” He snapped his fingers and the chains holding Pogue to the wall detached themselves from the wall and landed in his hand. “Come now,” he said, reeling him in, “let’s visit our dear friend Caleb.”

Pogue’s hatred for being led like a dog was so strong that Chase could almost physically feel it, but the man followed when the chains were pulled, obviously knowing that there was nothing he could do to change the situation. This was something that Chase liked about Pogue; if there was nothing to be done, he did exactly that. Nothing.

They walked down the long thin hallways, Chase in front and Pogue obediently trailing along behind. The halls were dark, and as they proceeded downward through the mansion, increasingly damper. When there were no more stairs to go down, there was moss covering parts of the floor, mostly along the walls. It was cold, and extremely uncomfortable, almost like the air pressure was so high that it was crushing down on them.

They stopped, and Chase opened the thick wooden doors that separated the two of them from Caleb. It was still too dark to see, but there was a light across the room from them, just above a figure lying on the floor. As their eyes adjusted to the light, Pogue realized that it was Caleb.

“Caleb!” Pogue shouted. Caleb looked up quickly seeing Pogue, then tried to stand, but a thick metal collar held him close to the wall and he fell back to the floor. He visibly winced in pain, as though he had several broken bones, then Pogue realized that he probably did. “Caleb! Are you alright? What’s he done to you? Are you hurt? Do you know anything about the others?” he said frantically.

“Oh do shut up,” Chase said, flicking a wrist at him, and Pogue was instantly silenced. “Your friend over there is still alive, and I’m quite sure his throat is clear for him to breathe... now anyway.” He smirked as he brought the man over to the bound wreck of a man on the floor bound to the wall. “Don’t worry, he’s only lost about... six ribs or so by now. Not too bad I think for what I’ve been putting him through...” Then he flung an orb of energy towards Caleb, who slammed back into the wall, and a sickening crunch filled their ears.

“Oops... maybe seven.” He laughed, then chained Pogue to a pole not far from the wall that neither of the captives had noticed earlier. “I’m slowly getting bored of playing with my toys one at a time... So I figured, what’s wrong with having more than one out at a time? And you two are very fun to play with... Let’s see boys; what would we like to do together today?”

Pogue just glared at him, unable to speak, while Caleb panted heavily, still recovering from the blast of energy that was thrown at him. “Hmm boys? Speak up!” He threw more energy at Caleb, then threw another orb at Pogue as well. “Why don’t you tell me what you want to do? Don’t you want to play?” He smirked evilly, then began to laugh.

“Still no? Well, how bout we play a little game I know... an old favorite of mine...” he materialized a whip out of thin air, one that Caleb shuddered when he remembered it. Chase looked over to him, then laughed “oh! You remember this one don’t you... Well, then, how about you show your friend how to play...”

The chain connecting Caleb to the wall lengthened significantly, giving him room to stand up and move around a bit. He pulled himself up, using the wall to support him, but even still he began to crumple to the floor again.

“Oh come on, it’s not that much, it’s only a bunch of busted ribs you wuss...” Chase sighed, but none the less his eyes turned black, and Caleb’s ribs were healed. “I prefer you broken, but you can’t seem to be able to move when you are. Cheap toys always seem to work that way.” He smirked again.

Caleb took in a deep breath of the musty air, and it was surprisingly refreshing. He felt at his ribs, feeing that they were intact, and began to inch his way up the wall. His breathing was still ragged, but was slowly becoming steadier as he stood, leaning against the cold stone. It forced him to wake up a bit, and he began to take in the seen around him.

“So... are you ready to teach our buddy over there how to play this little game we so enjoy? I’m sure he’d prefer you do it rather than I...” Chase held out the whip towards Caleb, suggestively.

Caleb looked down at the whip, then up to Chase, confused. Then his eyes widened in realization, as he said “no... no, I can’t do it... he’s my best friend... you can’t be serious.” He looked up just as Chase flicked a wrist, turning Pogue around, exposing the man’s back to them both.

Chase chuckled and walked over to Caleb, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He pressed the whip into Caleb’s chest, then leaned in towards his ear, whispering “yeah... I know.” Slid his tongue down the man’s neck, nipping gently at the shoulder. He backed away then, dropping the whip in Caleb’s hand.

Caleb looked down at the whip in his hands, then over to his best friend of 17 years. “I can’t do it...” he said to Chase. “Just no, I WON’T do it.”

“Oh! You want me to do it for you? Because I could, but I won’t be as nice as you would be you know. Your strikes are less likely to scar him than mine. You wouldn’t want to leave him with a reminder of this for the rest of his life would you? Although, I must admit, it would look nice on him...” Chase sneered.

“What is wrong with you already? Why are you such a god-damned sadistic bastard? I mean, what drives you to want this? Seriously what is it?” Caleb asked him, loathing dripping from each word as he spoke them. There was anger in his eyes, but also submission, and Chase knew he would get what he wanted.

“hmmm...” Chase said walkinf towards Caleb again, looking up as though he was thinking. “I think...” he said, then looked down, staring him in the eyes, “because I can.” He laughed again, then turned around and walked over to Pogue. He ran his fingers up and down Pogues back, reveling in the smoothness of the toned muscles. He un-muted Pogue, who immediately said “keep your damn hands off already, I’m sick of this.”

Chase smirked, saying, “this,” turning his head to look back over to Caleb, “is your target. I think about... oh... 20 lashes of the whip should do. The quicker you start, the sooner it will be over you know...” He grinned madly, then stepped back, allowing space.

Caleb glared over at Chase, but none the less stepped over towards the pole where Pogue was bound. He looked down at the whip again, then let the long thin rope fall, so he was holding only the thickly woven handle. He sighed, then pulled the whip back to snap it, but he paused, still not sure of what to do.

“Oh come on, this is simple. I could think of much more amusing things to do with you two. Maybe I should get your little friends down here so you can all play whore together,” he sneered, laughing at the helplessness he saw in Caleb. Then he turned around, beginning to laugh hysterically. “Oh Reid! Reid boy, come over here, Caleb wants more dick-sucking practice!”

Caleb’s eyes narrowed, and before Chase could react had cracked the whip as hard as he could at Chase. His back arched and he hissed in pain as the eclectric shock passed through him, as well as the sting of the whip. He froze in place, no longer laughing, then his eyes turned black as he whirled around and flung Caleb back into the stone wall, causing him to sink a foot or so into it.

Caleb groaned in pain, trying to pull himself out of the wall, but Chase was already against him. Chase slammed his fist against several times into his body, shattering bones with each blow. Caleb cried out in pain as a punch to the lower regions connected, and he fell to the ground.

Chase turned and stepped back, running fingers through his hair. Caleb could see the shirt Chase was wearing sew itself back together where the whip had severed the fabric, and the wound healing under it, and wished he could heal himself. His vision was blurring, and he felt as though he was swaying between life and death with each second. He was bleeding badly from the side where a rib was sticking out of the flesh, and the same red liquid was quickly running down his face from his nose.

Chase finally stopped walking and turned to look at Caleb. “This is NOT what you wanted to do! I have been nice to you! Do you realize that I could have done this a thousand times and just healed you to do it again?! I’ve barely even touched you until now! You do NOT want to try and hurt ME. Because I WILL make you pay, a thousand times over...”

He stopped speaking, and took several deep breaths to calm himself. Seeing that if he waited much longer, Caleb would die and the fun would be over, he healed him again. “Alright, so you don’t want to play this game? Fine. Take your pick! Whip him, or go ahead and have some fun for me.... And now that I think about it, since I’m the hurt one here, its more than fair that I should get to choose... Why don’t you go suck him off or something fun like that? Yeah... I think that’s punishment enough.”

“What?!” said Pogue, turning his head over his shoulder. “Why the heck am I getting punished here? I didn’t do anything! I mean... why would you make him do that? We’re fucking best friends, and it’s not like your going to get anything out of it...”

“Oh? And what’s gotten you all hyped up? Worried that someone will find out your little secret? Well, don’t worry. It would have come out at some point or another anyway... and why are you all of a sudden worried about me? Hah! You really are nervous about all this aren’t you... but nooo, you can’t let anyone see that, so you put on your silent acceptance mask, and hide behind it, taking what you have to in order to keep your secrets...” he smirked, tilting his head to the side and crossing his arms. “Yeah, that makes it definite. This is exactly what I want to see right now...”

He used his power to turn Pogue around, then shoved Caleb up against him. Pogue gasped, then looked down to the man now pressed up to his chest. The remains of the shorter man’s shirt were ripped from him by some unseen force, causing Pogue to shudder at the skin on skin contact.

Caleb looked up at him, then whispered “I’m sorry... I don’t want him to hurt you... I’ve already pissed him off...” Pogue just nodded understandingly, and let him continue as he pleased. “You know I’m gonna have to actually... do stuff first to get you hard... God this is so awkward.” Caleb said quietly, looking down, and Pogue was sure the man was blushing.

Pogue brought a hand up to Caleb’s chin, then pulled his face up and said, “it’s ok... It’s not like this is going to make anything different between us... he’s forcing us, its not like you just randomly wanted to... come on, before he gets pissed and throws you into a wall again.” They both chuckled at the sound of the statement, then once they were both completely silent, Pogue spoke again.

“It’s ok... its... I...” he sighed. “Just do it. He looked down and off to the side at a particularly scummy part of the floor, realizing he was glad to be wearing sneakers. The floor was covered in a mixture of moss, mold, slime and bugs. He was sure he had heard rats squeaking in a corner earlier.

He was suddenly brought back out of his thoughts by a pair of lips landing on his, soft and timid. He tilted his head to a better angle, making it easier for Caleb to get to him. He felt a shaky hand come up to his side, and he could tell just how difficult this was for Caleb. He brought his own arm up and around Caleb’s back to comfort him. Pogue made sure he was gentle, but also strong. Caleb needed that from him right then.

Slowly, the kiss began to deepen, and Caleb’s tremors ceased. Caleb brought his hands up to feel the younger man’s back, along the thick, toned muscles of his sides, arms and shoulders. Slowly he was beginning to sink into the feeling, deep enough that he didn’t even notice Chase in the background leaning back in an invisible recliner watching the two of them.

Caleb detached his mouth from Pogue’s, laying kisses along his jaw line, then down his neck slowly, nibbling gently as he went. He sucked at a spot just beneath his collar bone, causing Pogue to moan quietly. He was starting to go mad with Caleb’s administrations, and had to do something.

He reached his other arm around behind Caleb as well, then began to explore his back, neck, shoulders, then around to his chest and stomach. Caleb was nowhere near as well toned and chiseled as he, but it didn’t bother him in the least. The muscle was still well kept and strong, just enough to make him want it. He ground Caleb’s hips up against his, proving that he was more than ready.

Slowly, torturously, Caleb began to make his way lower on Pogue’s chest and stomach, with small licks, nips and kisses as he went. Pogue felt rather than saw the button of his greasy black jeans pop off and the zipper slowly slide down. Now it was Pogue’s turn to be nervous. He started to shake a bit, realizing that this was actually happening and it wasn’t another random fantasy.

He heard Caleb sigh, then Pogue gasped as he felt a warm mouth close on him. His eyes popped open, then snapped closed again, as Caleb slowly began to stroke him. He shuddered as Caleb’s tongue flicked over the tip, then moaned loudly as he felt Caleb’s mouth slide farther down onto him until he hit the back of his throat. Caleb began a fast pace, now that he had a basic idea of how to do this, bringing Pogue closer by the second.

“Shit...” Pogue moaned, trying to hold himself back and not just instantly explode into Caleb’s mouth right then and there. “Oh fuck... you’re so good...” Pogue moaned out quietly. Caleb began to bob his head even faster back and forth, and Pogue lost control of himself completely.

“Gods Caleb!” he whimpered, tangling his hands in Caleb’s hair. “Shit Caleb I’m so close...” he groaned softly, feeling himself about to come. “Caleb... I’m... I’m...” but he couldn’t finish. He was too lost. He finally came with a half strangled cry, falling forward somewhat as Caleb swallowed quickly. He would have collapsed, were it not for the collar still strung round his neck. Panting, he looked up to Chase, who was smiling evily again, then motioned to his neck.

Chase nodded, surprisingly, and Pogue fell to the floor, his neck temporarily freed. Enjoying the freedom, he fell to the floor which was surprisingly not that disgusting to lie on, then pulled a very surprised Caleb down with him, kissing him passionately.

Once he realized what he was doing, he released Caleb, apologizing quietly, “sorry... afterglow... you know... yeah... this is awkward....”

Caleb then saw something in Pogue that he was not accustomed to; fear... panic. His eyes were darting around all over the place, as though he was trying to find a way to explain something. He didn’t get that opportunity however, because Chase chose that moment to teleport Pogue away to some location unknown to him.

“Isn’t he just a big old pile of fun to play with?” Chase sneered, getting down from his invisible floating recliner and walking towards him. “He’s pretty good at it too, for someone with so little experience doing what he seems to love...” He paced back and forth in front of a frantic Caleb.

“Where’d you take him?” He asked, straining as the chain connecting him to the wall slowly shortened itself and he slid along the floor towards the spot where he had been before. When he finally stopped moving he was held directly to the wall, just high enough to remain standing.

“Oh don’t worry about him... He’s back to his room. He doesn’t even have his collar on for now... You know, I think he rather enjoyed that a bit, don’t you? Doesn’t it seem like he was enjoying that a bit too much for something that he didn’t want to have to do? Don’t you think it’s a bit... peculiar?” Chase said as he walked toward him. “Doesn’t it seem strange? Maybe he’s hiding something from you...” he smirked.

Caleb laughed. “He’s my best fucking friend... he wouldn’t hide anything from....” Caleb began to think, then what Chase was thinking of finally hit him. “No... He wouldn’t... He’s not... but...” he looked over to Chase, who was standing no more than 2 feet in front of him now, nodding his head and grinning madly.

“But he is... And it looks like he knows who he wants too...” he said, taking 2 steps forward, then punching Caleb in the stomach. “And I don’t feel like sharing.” He began to beat Caleb within an inch of his life for the second time that night, then healed him and started all over again, trying to find just the perfect combination of broken bones and bruises and streaks of blood.

Suddenly, he found himself being turned around roughly, his neck sticking as he slid around, ripping the skin in places. The pants were ripped from him, and his legs were spread apart. He knew only too well what was about to happen. Chase bit down hard on Caleb’s shoulder causing his to shout out in pain as the teeth penetrated his skin. Even more blood began to drip down his skin. Chase had left him broken, and not healed him this time.

Fingernails ripped at his skin, tearing though him. Bites, scratches, scrapes, breaks; he was almost starting to lose consciousness, but Chase kept him awake, even if just barely. Caleb never truly understood the feeling of true hatred, but it seemed that Chase was on a vendetta to show him. His vision blurred and he began to go numb. He was so far gone that he could hardly even tell when Chase roughly shoved himself into him, ripping him apart from the inside out.

He was crying, but he couldn’t tell. He was so lost in pain that he couldn’t feel anything else. Everything was just hurt. “Will this ever end?” he wondered silently as Chase pounded into him over and over and over. With each thrust he was slammed into the wall again, straining he already broken bones. He blacked out for a fast moment, but even then it wasn’t a relief from the terrible pain.

He spat up more blood, coughing so loud that he could hardly hear it when Chase said “You can’t have him... you won’t ever have him. He’s too good for scum like you. You are the filth that the 5 families were made to destroy... and I’m just doing my part...” but Caleb heard no more of Chase’s monologue before he passed out.